Poems from Miss Sarah Grace
The flowers usually shined so bright
When she was so happy,
When she actually ran through their fields,
But one morning came the endless...
If some were to ask me why it is I write
(and, I say, no one quite yet has)
There would be a couple stories
I would have to entertain them...
Sometimes, I think I wish we’d never become friends
STOP
Your thoughts can deceive you.
That little undying conscious in your head
Wants...